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Post by jenn on Aug 1, 2017 19:55:23 GMT -5
Rue braced herself as she felt the trailer slow down, hoping for the umpteenth time that it was finally stopping for good. It had been a long journey, one that involved a boat and a trailer. The chestnut mare had needed sedation on the boat. She had thrashed so much that her handlers feared she would injure herself before they docked. It had slowed her mind, but not to the point that she was friendly. Her ears remained pinned the entire time and she still threatened to bite or kick anyone who came too close. The sedation was still coursing through her veins as they boarded the trailer, but the effects were lessening, and sometime during the drive, the medications had completely worn off. Rue wasn’t afraid to show her displeasure. No one had made her life bearable the last few years, she saw no reason to show kindness. So, despite the yelling to knock it off and the teetering of the trailer, Rue continued to kick and scream the entire ride. Thankfully, the trailer finally came to a complete stop and the engine noises from the truck died off as it was turned off. Rue raised her head as high as she could and let an unearthly sound that echoed within the metal walls of the trailer. The side door opened, and Rue’s immediate instinct was to lunge. However, the man was too quick for her, and roughly grabbed onto her halter. He clipped a lead line, but kept one hand tightly wrapped around the cheek piece of her halter, successfully preventing the chestnut from lunging again at him. The man called out to his counterpart, and soon, the rear door of the trailer opened. Rue quickly backpedaled off the ramp until all four hooves were on solid ground, glad to be out of the metal, before immediately popping up to rear, screaming out once again. However, before she could fully extend up, the man holding the lead yanked down, forcing Rue back down. Legs braced outwards, she shook slightly. Her ears remained back, practically blending in with her skull, and her eyes rolled, the whites clearly visible against her ginger hair. Despite the sun shining down, Rue’s coat was dull, pockmarked with open wounds, healing scabs, and scars. It clung to her sides, her ribcage and hip bones evident. Anyone with horse knowledge would easily rate the mare a 3 on the body condition scale. The man didn’t allow the mare to get her bearings. Almost immediately, he practically dragged Rue to the closest stall. He turned her around once they were inside, only unclipping the lead once he had successfully exited and locked the stall door behind him. Rue lunged at him once again, but he was too quick. He jumped back and laughed, muttering under his breath, “Dumb bitch, you’d be better off at the glue factory right now.” Shaking his head, he turned and walked away. Now that Rue was alone, she quickly retreated to the farthest corner of the stall, her rear firmly pressed up against the back end of the stall. She still shook, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Rue glared out of the stall door, ears pinning backwards anytime anyone walked passed. To the unknowing eye, it would appear that Rue was aggressive and vicious. However, to a knowledgeable eye, it would be clear that her behaviors stemmed from a place of fear. A sign posted on the outside of the door read: For Sale:
Russian Roulette aka Rue
8 year old OTTB looking for a home
Requires an expert handler
$1000 OBO Tagged: Ostrich Word Count: 586 Notes: Sorry it's worried, I got a little carried away XD |
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Post by Ostrich on Jul 23, 2018 21:13:17 GMT -5
Saylor sighed as she pulled the beat up truck and stock trailer into the barn. She was hoping to fill it with a few good horses to use for the riding academy. She needed a bombproof horse to work with her therapy students on, and maybe one or two more horses for the western stable. She was barely out of the truck when she heard the man screaming at a mare, and her blood instantly boiled. It was men like that...she tried her best to just not leave the trucks side for a moment, who knew? Maybe Monroe had found her and it was him in there. She gulped, leaning against the truck door to brace herself a wave of hatred rushing over her. What she would do to that man if he was ever found. Rage filled her, and instantly all she saw was red. She grabbed the nearest thing; a lead rope with a big metal clip, and more or less marched into the barn. She was not going to let anyone treat another creature like she had been treated by Monroe. Maybe it was just because she was in pain and it was that time of month so her hormones were all screwy, but she would not let another animal be treated like garbage and tossed aside. She instantly knew who the loud man was by the way he walked. Like he owned the world.
"Excuse me sir, could you help me with something? It's a little much for me..."
She said, batting her eyes at him. Of course, like any respectable gentleman, he sauntered over and hiked his pants. He even moved to touch her arm as he spoke "Of course little lady, what can I-"
That's probably what set her off the most, when she swung that big metal loop right for his head. It hit him square in the nose and he went down like a tornado had just taken his whole family, with a squeal no less.
"I think you broke my nose!"
He said, holding it as blood gushed out. She just grinned, and in a calm tone, said,
"Oh come now, don't be such a dumb bitch. But that's okay, I'm sure they can grind you up into bone meal at the dog food factory."
As bystanders rushed to his aid, she walked off, walking toward the stall she had seen him leaving. She dropped the lead rope along the way, there was no reason to scare the horse. She frowned as she saw the state the mare was in, and decided right then and there that she would be taking the horse home. The man still sat in his own pool of blood, whining like a little baby.
"Hey, little bitch, I'll take the mare off your hands, or would you rather I tell your boss how I hit you in self defense when you tried to inappropriately touch me? Or tell the authorities about what you've done to the mare? Judging by the state of her, I wouldn't put it past a pig like you to not have raped her to since you can't get a woman to look at you long enough to stuff your cock in her."
She crossed her arms, the onlookers tossing their hands up and backing away.
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Post by jenn on Jul 23, 2018 21:53:55 GMT -5
Barely a minute had passed before Rue heard a commotion from outside of her stall. Ears flicked forward long enough to hear the voice of the man who had led her here and the addition of a female voice she did not recognize. She then quickly pinned her ears back again, not wanting anyone to mistake her curiosity for happiness. For she was anything but happy in this moment. She was trapped in a dark, unknown stall, with apparent chaos going on right outside. Just to make her displeasure known to all around, Rue kicked the back of the stall, her hoof making a solid thud as it connected with the solid wood. Rue’s tactics didn’t seem to work, however, and soon, a young woman stood before her stall. Rue lunged forward, teeth bared and snapping at the air in front of her. She had no intention of actually harming this woman. No matter what everyone said about her, she wasn’t actually vicious or mean-spirited. She hated the copper taste of blood that filled her mouth when she bit. But, her safety was her priority and she was willing to do what was necessary to stay alive, no matter how miserable her life was. The woman didn’t stay there for long, walking back to where she had just come from. Though Rue didn’t know what was being said, the tone of the woman’s voice was sharp, practically cutting the air. The nervous energy in the area on made Rue more nervous. Snorting, her eyes began rolling again and she started to paw at the ground. The stall, which was an adequate size for her, was beginning to feel claustrophobic, and she didn’t know how much longer she could remain in it. Tagged: OstrichWord count: 291 Notes: merp sorry it's a little short, next one will be better! |
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Post by Ostrich on Aug 6, 2018 14:47:05 GMT -5
The man seemed almost to draw back from her, afraid. He tried his best to keep his tough posture, but when you just had your ass handed to you by a woman you are most surely done for. The man timidly raised his hand, and shook. He didn't want anymore issues. Saylor's blood was boiling, and she knew that was no way to approach the mare.
"Good, stop your winning, quit being a wussy, and I'll be back in a little bit for the papers."
She glanced over her shoulders toward the mare before leaving the stables, going to her truck. She couldn't be in the barn with so much anger, so much hatred for men. She wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and die for the anger she felt. She leaned her seat back in the truck and closed her eyes, counting her breathes, just trying to relax. The one thing she could not stand was watching someone else suffer.
What was she going to do with a horse who hated humans? She couldn't use it for the rescue kids. She probably wouldn't have time to work with it; with her school schedule and her academy. She sighed deeply, milling everything over in her head. She just needed to get the poor thing away from here.
She sat her seat back up and checked the time; it was an hour later. She must have dozed off for a little bit. The hysteria in the barn had died down, but she was still getting funky looks as she headed for the stall. The sale paper was hanging by the door, tucked in a hay bale. All she needed to do was sign it and turn it in. She stood outside the door, looking in at the mare for a moment.
"Hey. It's okay, I took care of the mean man."
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Post by jenn on Aug 27, 2018 13:35:19 GMT -5
Rue heard the exchange of words continue outside her stall door for several more moments before the sound of retreating footsteps reached her ears. The aisle was quite then, finally, with the exception of the horses in nearby stalls and the occasional sounds of humans as they walked around the sales yard. Rue remained in the back corner of her stall, warily glaring at anyone who walked in front of her stall. No one paid her much mind, though. Most didn’t even realize that she was in there. A few minutes after everyone dispersed from in front of her stall, Rue heard the sound of footsteps approaching her stall. The sweaty scent of the man who had brought her here filled her nostrils, and she began to panic again. Her muscles tensed and she began to shake, but Rue was ready to lunge if she needed to. However, she didn’t need to worry, but the man didn’t stick around long, and before long, Rue was alone. The longer that she was alone, the more Rue calmed down. She still watched the stall door carefully, not wanting to miss the approach of any living being, but no one seemed to even look twice at her. Although her body remained firmly pressed against the wooden slats of the stall, she relaxed her ears so that they swiveled to take in the sounds around her instead of laying flat against her skull. Rue lowered her head slightly, a look of misery replacing the anger that had dotted her features. Rue couldn’t remember what kindness even felt like anymore, it had been so long since a gentle word had been said in her direction. Rue wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but she soon heard footsteps approaching her stall again. Immediately, she placed her guard back up, raising her head and flattening her ears in anger. She soon saw that it was the woman from earlier. Her kind tones surprised Rue, but not enough to let down her guard. The chestnut mare glared at the woman, as if daring her to come any closer. Word counter: 351 Tagged: OstrichNotes:  |
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Post by Ostrich on Sept 12, 2018 13:48:03 GMT -5
Saylor wasn't dumb enough to try to get into the mares stall right now; she saw the way she looked at her and the posturing. There was definitely more to this mare's story than they were telling her, and unless she could find someone who spoke sylvan, only the mare could tell her woes. She had been betrayed by humans; that much was evident in her posturing.
For the moment, Saylor just watched the mare and waited for her to calm down. She wanted so much to hug the mare and tell her things would be okay, but she didn't really have a death wish. She knew the horse couldn't be used for anything at the farm, and she would need help getting her to trust people again. She'd have to talk to the boss about making sure she had a paddock where not much foot traffic was, so that only a select few people would ever chance upon her while she began to trust people again.
That's just what the tiny farm needed was someone getting bit by an angry mare. She knew Kaylen would understand her reasoning, of course, but beyond that she didn't want to push it.
"What do you think pretty girl, you want to go to your forever home?"
OOC: She could totally live with Valor and Pumpkin and have pretty Pumpkin babies >.>
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Post by jenn on Sept 24, 2018 10:26:49 GMT -5
Much to Rue’s surprise, the young woman didn’t take another step forward, and instead remained standing where she was in front of the stall door. It made Rue curious, but not curious enough to move from her corner. Eyes remained fixed on her, and anyone with horse sense could see that they were filled with fear. Rue pawed at the ground, starting to feel uncomfortable by the woman’s full attention. Although she had done nothing to earn Rue’s mistrust, the red mare couldn’t help but wonder what she wanted. When the woman spoke again, Rue raised her head, startled slightly by the voice. Even though the words were spoken with gentle kindness, they still frightened her. For most of her life, words were often followed by yelling or beatings, it was no wonder that the spoken word scared her. Nostrils wide, Rue snorted, her eyes remaining glued on the woman in front of her. She couldn’t figure out what her next move was going to be, but Rue remained tense, the whites of her eyes still showing. She was going to be ready for anything this woman threw at her. Tagged: OstrichWord count: 190 Notes: omg yes!!! |
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